Louis: Frustrated tears leak out of both your eyes. And as Louis pressed his sweaty forehead to yours, the tears intermix. You don’t know who’s crying more, but it might be Louis because he keeps murmuring sorry and that he doesn’t want you to go. Once he hears the sound of your keys dropping to the floor, he quickly takes them and chucks them across the room. He drags you to the ground with him, pulling you on top. He wipes your wet cheeks with his thumb, now going quiet. You two stare at each other until he says, “This is the part where.. you know things are going to get hard but we love eachother.." he takes a deep breath and sighs " I love you!" .. " we can work on it.. I know we can!" He leans in kissing your forehead and pulling you closer for a hug.
Niall: His shouts easily overpower yours, piercing your ears with Irish words you can barely understand. He’s drunk, his words slurred and his movement exaggerated. But he keeps saying things, not caring if you’re still listening to him or not. And you really don’t know what to do, seeing as you’ve never seen Niall this drunk and angry. He finishes with saying he’s going to get another pint, but he doesn’t leave. It’s as if he can’t bear the thought of leaving you no matter how mad he is at you. He follows you like a lost puppy to your room and you end up stroking his hair until he calms down. You look down at his blonde locks and start whimpering in little whimps. " I'm sorry Niall!" he looks up swiflt looking at you big red eyes, " dont.. please I .. wont do this again..I wont!"
Liam: He’s using his hands as he expresses how mad he is at you. His voice is hoarse but manages to stay firm and masculine, bringing out lust and desire out of you. Despite being yelled at by your boyfriend, you can only think about how rough the sex would be if you kissed him right at this moment. You practically have hearts in your eyes while Liam gets in your face, obviously trying to make you mad. But you have none of it, pulling him by his neck in for a painful kiss. You came in with too much force and ended up drawing blood out of you and Liam. “We should try that again.. we can ,make it work I promise!,” he says.
Zayn: “I just- are you crying, love?” You’re surprised by how fast he can change subjects. Zayn’s appearance slowly fades of it’s light tint of red until it’s completely back to its caramel complexion. “D-don’t,” he whispers, taking your hands off your face and seeing your stained cheeks. “I hate when you cry,” he says, sighing in defeat. The fight is clearly over as he hauls you over his back and takes you to the bedroom. You’re tired, he’s tired, it’s natural to let it go and sleep in each other’s arms. And that’s exactly what you two do, Zayn spooning you from behind.
Harry: More glass shatters to the floor, the vase nearly nailing Harry on the back of his head. He ducks at the wrong moment, but luckily it doesn’t touch him. He whips around and shouts, “What the hell, (Y/N)?!” He doesn’t give you time to reply for he’s storming in your direction, a scary look in his eye. He grabs you by the forearm and drags you into the bedroom, mumbling about you’re going to pay for that outburst. He slams you on the bed and quickly dominates you, taking out his anger on your lips and your exposed neck. And in that night, Harry takes completely dominance. As he drags you out of the room he whispers " " you're going to see who you're messing with!"
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One Direction Prefrences and Imagines
FanfictionIf you ever need to escape your life then this is the right place to be! My name is holland and I'll write what you think is cool and want to hear, Have fun and don't forget that maybe one day this could happen!
